What Fresh Hell Is This? 𓅓 (Joshler One-Shots)

[25] sleeping around (pt.3)

"On our freaking bed, Tyler!" Jenna yelled out between silent and pained sobs as she fumbled in the closet, grabbing clothes blindly to stuff into a suitcase. Tyler stumbled towards her after having quickly thrown on a pair of boxers. Josh's pair, to be precise. "I know, Jenna. I'm so, so, so sorry. I know I fucked up-"

"Fucked up?" She snorted, laughing as she wiped the tears that stained her cheeks. "I don't even know why I try, Tyler. I clearly can't compete with your best friend." She dumped a few more articles into her briefcase, stuffing them into it as she zipped it up with shaky hands. "The day after our anniversary. Did it even mean anything to you? All the 'I love you's'? Nothing, after three years Tyler? Till death do us part?"

She looked at him weakly, her face shattered as she searched his face for a hint of remorse. A hint of guilt. Something to validate her own agony as she pulled the briefcase to her side, but he was silent.

"Jenna, don't blame yourself for this. I never meant to hurt you; I was just being stupid. Reckless. You don't deserve this." Tyler closed the space between them but Jenna took a step backwards, away from the cause of her grief.

"I'm sorry. I just can't do this with you Tyler. I'd rather just leave." She tried to step past him but stopped when Tyler grabbed her arm to keep her still.

"Don't leave," he said softly, pleading with her. "I'll leave. I'll go. I'll give you some space for a while."

"I'm not staying here after what the two of you were doing in the same bed that I fucking sleep in." She spat back distastefully, yanking her arm from his grasp as her voice shook with each passing word. "And by the way," she added, fumbling around in her pockets and tossing something at his feet. "Happy fucking anniversary, asshole."

She dragged her briefcase out of the room as Tyler knelt down, picking up the home pregnancy test that laid at his feet. "God-" Tyler muttered as he tossed it aside when he read positive, and now his own eyes began to water. "Fuck."

He rushed to the door to stop her but found Brendon standing there, looking into the room to see a frantic Tyler and silent Josh sitting on the bed.

"Well, guess I see what all the commotion is about," Brendon said with a forced smile, holding his hand out when he saw Josh shifting to get out of bed. "Save it, Josh. I don't need an explanation from you. I always suspected this might happen." He said calmly, not a hint of anger in his voice.

He cleared a path for Tyler to move past, almost letting out a bit of laughter as he did so. "But your marriage is pretty much fucked, isn't it." Brendon snorted, crossing his arms. "That's what you get for being a whore."

"As if your legs didn't snap over your head for ever dick before Josh." Tyler snapped back, glaring furiously at Brendon.

"I'm not the one that was bent over a few minutes ago for something my wife couldn't give me."

Brendon hadn't expected the punch in the face that his last comment would get him from Tyler. He stumbled back and felt Tyler shove him down, getting on top of him to punch him again in the face.

Tyler's eyes were shut as he tried to lay another hit into Brendon but a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and yanked him up. "Just stop it," Josh ordered, keeping Tyler firmly in his grasp. "Both of you."

Brendon got back to his feet, holding his bloodied nose closed between his fingers. "I want your shit out of my apartment by tomorrow, Josh." Brendon groaned as he looked at the crimson coloured liquid on his hand and stepped away from the room. "Have fun sucking dick with your best friend. Hope it was worth it."

Josh let Tyler loose as he heard the door shut for a second time, leaving the two of them alone. "Tyler," Josh started as he watched Tyler walk with his head hung into the bedroom. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be-" Tyler sat on the edge of the bed, holding his head in his hands. "I haven't been happy for months, and it isn't your fault. I knew we might get caught at some point. Didn't expect it to be the first time."

"I just... I didn't think I'd care that much when she found out. And I wouldn't have.. If she wasn't pregnant." Josh stood in front of Tyler and the brunette buried his face in Josh's bare chest.

"So, where does that leave us?" Josh looked down at Tyler as a sudden silence filled the room, and the two eventually moved apart from one another.

"I have to speak to her. Find out what we're going to do about the kid." Tyler and Josh slowly shuffled around the room, picking up their articles of clothing and getting dressed until they stood on opposite ends of the room and glanced at one another, both too afraid to break the silence that lingered, so they closed the space with one another and pulled each other into a tight embrace and shut their eyes.

"You're still my best friend, Josh."

"You are too." Josh mumbled back meekly before their hands dropped to their sides, and Josh stepped towards the door.

"I'll see you soon," said Josh as he left the house, leaving Tyler to himself for a while as he laid on the floor, staring at the ceiling and wondering what the right answer was, but nothing came to him.

To Be Continued...